Day one-
I yearned for him.
Yearned for his presence, his warmth, his eyes.
Yearned for his touch, his voice, his laughter.
He was on my mind 24/7.
Day two;
I stalked him.
To call it an obsession is an understatement.
I stalked his socials, his profile, his stories.
I stalked and ran my gaze over every of his pictures.
Day three:
I thought about him.
I thought about his dimples, the way he smiles.
I thought about the way he teases me.
Those thoughts leave a fresh imprint.
Day four?
I saw him.
I saw him in my dreams, in such a feverish dream.
I saw his legs, his calves, his body, his face.
I saw him, oh so vividly.
Day five,
My skin itched for him.
Itched in such a terror, a haze of fear and need.
I tamped the itching down.
This is about moving on after all.
Day six.
I stopped missing him.
The question of whether I truly love him plagues my mind.
Do I love him?
I certainly wish I do.